Prisoner steps forward, glancing around as he does so. "I am, as you likely have guessed, a level seven rahkshi. I call myself Prisoner. As far as I know, my Makuta is dead. Inharax is the last one I know he fought, and so I seek revenge." Prisoner twirls one of his staff ends angrily.
"Tisk, Tisk. The Brother-Hood continues its decline it seems. How was your mission? Did the virus work?"
"Yes. Any rahkshi in the barracks on destral have lost their connection with their Makuta."
"Tisk, Tisk. The Brother-Hood continues its decline it seems. How was your mission? Did the virus work?"
"Yes. Any rahkshi in the barracks on destral have lost their connection with their Makuta."
Tiprok relaxes a little in his chair. "Good. You have done us a great service by showing us this virus. Do you know much about us Prisoner? This organization is old... We have roots that lie back in the old days of past glory."
"Yes. Any rahkshi in the barracks on destral have lost their connection with their Makuta."
Tiprok relaxes a little in his chair. "Good. You have done us a great service by showing us this virus. Do you know much about us Prisoner? This organization is old... We have roots that lie back in the old days of past glory."
Tiprok relaxes a little in his chair. "Good. You have done us a great service by showing us this virus. Do you know much about us Prisoner? This organization is old... We have roots that lie back in the old days of past glory."
Nay, I do not. I know very little of you."
"Well then, I'll tell the little story! Surely you've heard of the past glory days of the Brother-Hood? When the Grand Makuta Anranok lead the Brother-Hood? Makuta Karunax was his first lieutenant and Inharax was his head scientist. It was at this time that Lord Makuta Charix returned to Destral for a more prominent role in the Brother-Hood. It was a far simpler time than this one. Battles were shorter, waged primarily, it would seem, to prove one's superiority over another. War was not, as it is now. While these fights of pride did take place, sides were rarely altogether destroyed, as the winning side always seemed content merely to embarrass and wound their enemies...Quaint, isn't it? Somewhat friendlier in a way. In any case, Lord Makuta Charix grew displeased with this after several short months, and decided to, instead of just defeat his enemies, destroy their fortresses as well and establish his own over their remains, thus, in effect, preventing the enemy from re-inhabiting the area. It seems like commonsense doesn't it? With Lord Makuta Charix, war was a thing to be waged and won rather than flirted with...In any case, our enemies couldn't handle his aggression, and the Order of Mata-Nui, a long time nuisance to the Brother-Hood, quickly fell. It was Lord Makuta Charix then, who ultimately destroyed the Order, an accomplishment that has not been undone even to this day. Our forces, Lord Makuta Charix's that is, quickly became quite the power in the Mata-Nui world. We were thrust into most of the major conflicts that occurred during the time; we clashed repeatedly with the Xian's. We never did manage to fully squash that organization...But it didn't matter, we kept the world in check almost single handedly. This is our history, a history we are proud of. This being said, you might wonder why Inharax wages war against us now. After all we've done, and he attacks us. (Tiprik chuckles) Lord Makuta Charix is infuriated by this! He's boiling mad about it. He says we deserve glory, praise, to welcomed back as heroes and integral members of the Brother-Hood. While I agree, I must say, confidentially, that that really isn't what he's so angry about. He's angry about that fact that Inharax is still leading the Brother-Hood after all these years. Lord Makuta Charix, you see, has had a turbulent, to say the least relationship with Makuta Inharax. Quite frankly, Lord Makuta Charix sees him as treacherous, dishonorable, and insane. I don't know any details, but evidently Inharax had often been the source of strife within the politics of the Brother-Hood; trying to usurp authority and what not. In any case, Lord Makuta Charix was appointed by Grand Makuta Karunax to the position of first lieutenant, and, as such, see's himself as entitled at the rightful leader of the Brother-Hood. It's a peculiar, but not altogether unexpected, situation isn't it? Inharax is threatened and wants to stamp us out. (Tiprok laughs) So you see, we're all part of a most intriguing part of Brother-Hood history!
OOC: I always get carried away with these monologues
"Well then, I'll tell the little story! Surely you've heard of the past glory days of the Brother-Hood? When the Grand Makuta Anranok lead the Brother-Hood? Makuta Karunax was his first lieutenant and Inharax was his head scientist. It was at this time that Lord Makuta Charix returned to Destral for a more prominent role in the Brother-Hood. It was a far simpler time than this one. Battles were shorter, waged primarily, it would seem, to prove one's superiority over another. War was not, as it is now. While these fights of pride did take place, sides were rarely altogether destroyed, as the winning side always seemed content merely to embarrass and wound their enemies...Quaint, isn't it? Somewhat friendlier in a way. In any case, Lord Makuta Charix grew displeased with this after several short months, and decided to, instead of just defeat his enemies, destroy their fortresses as well and establish his own over their remains, thus, in effect, preventing the enemy from re-inhabiting the area. It seems like commonsense doesn't it? With Lord Makuta Charix, war was a thing to be waged and won rather than flirted with...In any case, our enemies couldn't handle his aggression, and the Order of Mata-Nui, a long time nuisance to the Brother-Hood, quickly fell. It was Lord Makuta Charix then, who ultimately destroyed the Order, an accomplishment that has not been undone even to this day. Our forces, Lord Makuta Charix's that is, quickly became quite the power in the Mata-Nui world. We were thrust into most of the major conflicts that occurred during the time; we clashed repeatedly with the Xian's. We never did manage to fully squash that organization...But it didn't matter, we kept the world in check almost single handedly. This is our history, a history we are proud of. This being said, you might wonder why Inharax wages war against us now. After all we've done, and he attacks us. (Tiprik chuckles) Lord Makuta Charix is infuriated by this! He's boiling mad about it. He says we deserve glory, praise, to welcomed back as heroes and integral members of the Brother-Hood. While I agree, I must say, confidentially, that that really isn't what he's so angry about. He's angry about that fact that Inharax is still leading the Brother-Hood after all these years. Lord Makuta Charix, you see, has had a turbulent, to say the least relationship with Makuta Inharax. Quite frankly, Lord Makuta Charix sees him as treacherous, dishonorable, and insane. I don't know any details, but evidently Inharax had often been the source of strife within the politics of the Brother-Hood; trying to usurp authority and what not. In any case, Lord Makuta Charix was appointed by Grand Makuta Karunax to the position of first lieutenant, and, as such, see's himself as entitled at the rightful leader of the Brother-Hood. It's a peculiar, but not altogether unexpected, situation isn't it? Inharax is threatened and wants to stamp us out. (Tiprok laughs) So you see, we're all part of a most intriguing part of Brother-Hood history!
OOC: I always get carried away with these monologues
"Indeed. So that's why Inharax hates you so much." Prisoner opens and closes his mouth, unsure of what else to say. "Where are we going?"
"Well then, I'll tell the little story! Surely you've heard of the past glory days of the Brother-Hood? When the Grand Makuta Anranok lead the Brother-Hood? Makuta Karunax was his first lieutenant and Inharax was his head scientist. It was at this time that Lord Makuta Charix returned to Destral for a more prominent role in the Brother-Hood. It was a far simpler time than this one. Battles were shorter, waged primarily, it would seem, to prove one's superiority over another. War was not, as it is now. While these fights of pride did take place, sides were rarely altogether destroyed, as the winning side always seemed content merely to embarrass and wound their enemies...Quaint, isn't it? Somewhat friendlier in a way. In any case, Lord Makuta Charix grew displeased with this after several short months, and decided to, instead of just defeat his enemies, destroy their fortresses as well and establish his own over their remains, thus, in effect, preventing the enemy from re-inhabiting the area. It seems like commonsense doesn't it? With Lord Makuta Charix, war was a thing to be waged and won rather than flirted with...In any case, our enemies couldn't handle his aggression, and the Order of Mata-Nui, a long time nuisance to the Brother-Hood, quickly fell. It was Lord Makuta Charix then, who ultimately destroyed the Order, an accomplishment that has not been undone even to this day. Our forces, Lord Makuta Charix's that is, quickly became quite the power in the Mata-Nui world. We were thrust into most of the major conflicts that occurred during the time; we clashed repeatedly with the Xian's. We never did manage to fully squash that organization...But it didn't matter, we kept the world in check almost single handedly. This is our history, a history we are proud of. This being said, you might wonder why Inharax wages war against us now. After all we've done, and he attacks us. (Tiprik chuckles) Lord Makuta Charix is infuriated by this! He's boiling mad about it. He says we deserve glory, praise, to welcomed back as heroes and integral members of the Brother-Hood. While I agree, I must say, confidentially, that that really isn't what he's so angry about. He's angry about that fact that Inharax is still leading the Brother-Hood after all these years. Lord Makuta Charix, you see, has had a turbulent, to say the least relationship with Makuta Inharax. Quite frankly, Lord Makuta Charix sees him as treacherous, dishonorable, and insane. I don't know any details, but evidently Inharax had often been the source of strife within the politics of the Brother-Hood; trying to usurp authority and what not. In any case, Lord Makuta Charix was appointed by Grand Makuta Karunax to the position of first lieutenant, and, as such, see's himself as entitled at the rightful leader of the Brother-Hood. It's a peculiar, but not altogether unexpected, situation isn't it? Inharax is threatened and wants to stamp us out. (Tiprok laughs) So you see, we're all part of a most intriguing part of Brother-Hood history!
OOC: I always get carried away with these monologues
"Indeed. So that's why Inharax hates you so much." Prisoner opens and closes his mouth, unsure of what else to say. "Where are we going?"
"We're on route to aid a few Bone Hunters who have recently joined us. Kolokvar's forces are currently attacking their camp and I feel that a statement of our superiority should be promptly made. Prepare yourself. We will be arriving shortly and your help would be appreciated. I can have someone show you our armory if you would like a particular weapon."
"Indeed. So that's why Inharax hates you so much." Prisoner opens and closes his mouth, unsure of what else to say. "Where are we going?"
"We're on route to aid a few Bone Hunters who have recently joined us. Kolokvar's forces are currently attacking their camp and I feel that a statement of our superiority should be promptly made. Prepare yourself. We will be arriving shortly and your help would be appreciated. I can have someone show you our armory if you would like a particular weapon."
"My staff should do fine, unless you have something absurdly useful I don't know about."
"We're on route to aid a few Bone Hunters who have recently joined us. Kolokvar's forces are currently attacking their camp and I feel that a statement of our superiority should be promptly made. Prepare yourself. We will be arriving shortly and your help would be appreciated. I can have someone show you our armory if you would like a particular weapon."
"My staff should do fine, unless you have something absurdly useful I don't know about."
Teleported rahkshi of adaptation and weather control watch the coastline. They are spaced so that only one or two is within eyeshot from any one point of the coastline.
Mortraz's boots hit sand as he drops off the side of the beached lifeboat. The Skrall and a few jungle Glatorian step off behind him, their eyes locked on the same sight as their captain's. The white beach comes to an abrupt end at the foot of a silver building covered in overgrown foliage and framed by massive lush trees. The cries of wildlife echo from the dense jungle devouring the structure, which, as Mortraz quickly notices, has no visible entrance on the beachfront. The smooth walls of the structure rises diagonally from the sand, with no sign of any door.
Should have known it wouldn't be so easy.
The Skrall is more vocal about his opinions.
"And here I thought there would be a grand entrance facing the sea. Or, you know, something for us to wonder at. This place looks like someone ransacked it already."
The sound of a wooden hull scraping upon the shore marks the arrival of a second lifeboat. A few water Agori, a water Glatorian, and a Skakdi climb out, dragging the boat further onto dry land with ropes. They stop at the sight of the building, and look to Mortraz. The Glatorian speaks first.
"Captain, this is it? The map made it look... bigger. Way bigger. Are you sure we-... ?"
Mortraz raises his index finger to his lips, silencing the Glatorian. He drops down on one knee and bends down, planting the side of his head against the sand. He tunes out the sounds of wildlife and crashing waves... and sure enough...
There. A deep, pulsating hum, resonating up from beneath the shore.
"Captain?"
Mortraz stands back up and turns to face his crew, a broad grin dominating his expression.
"The planet was terraformed, lads. What you see before you is merely the pinnacle of a great behemoth. It was tested by the cascading push of the land and sea, and yet it remains sturdy. The front entrance is leagues below us, so unless anyone stowed away some tame Vorox and snuck them ashore, we won't be going in that way. We need to find an entrance above land."
"And if we don't?"
Mortraz's smile grows wider. He turns back towards the structure and points right at it.
"Then we test the power of the Star Horizon's cannons, and make our own entrance."
Charix and Astrona, in the Field of Shadows, teleport to the coast line. A little ways forwards, a light suddenly turns on, illuminating the darkness. The light allows the two Makuta to see a large, fortified bunker of a building, positioned a little ways away from the seashore. A large dockyard can also be seen, separate from the bunker, and erected at the waters edge. What appear to be six Ironclads can be vaguely observed through the darkness floating in the artificial harbor that has been created.
Charix leads Astrona up to the Bunker and enters it via a concealed, unmarked door that sits flush with the wall. The Makuta enter a well lit, small room serving as a guard outpost and quarters for Visorak. An Oohnorahk snaps to attention as they enter. "Lord Makuta."
Charix responds. "Inform the garrison. Makuta Astrona will be taking charge of operations here."
"At once." The Oohnorahk scurries away.
Charix turns to Astrona. "Follow me."
Charix exits the room through a similarly concealed door positioned on the wall opposite to the one they came in through. Upon walking through this door, the Makuta find themselves in a large, circular room dominated by twenty, large ground to air cannons (Capable of firing on targets in space). Assorted supplies for the cannons can be seen clustered about the cannons themselves. The room is a little bit of a mess with pieces scattered all about the floor and various Visorak scurrying around. Charix leads Astrona over to a large hatch embedded in the floor towards the center of the room. The hatch, although currently open, would, when closed, lie flush with the ground. Like all other doors in the facility, it is unmarked. A row of stairs leads up to the hatch from below the ground,a nd Charix leads Astrona down these stairs. The Makuta enter a short hallway which takes them through yet another unmarked door and into the undergound monitoring room for the bunker.
Charix turns to Astrona. "Here. This is the monitoring room for this installation. Here you can keep track of all sensor readings that are gathered." Charix points to aslight depression in the ground where a small, circular device has been partially embedded in the floor. "This is the life force of the bunker. Enclosed in that compartment are three slots for Kraata or Krana. This structure is governed by them, and you can communicate with them using either telepathy or through these computer monitors. Any time you seek a certain power for the bunker, simply take a Kraata you desire and place it in the compartment...The cannons you saw are attached via cables to the Bunker's system and can therefore be fired by these Kraata. You can unlink the cannons as you wish and the cannons can be similarly enhanced with their own kraata. There is an underground science lab you can access from the hallway we just passed through, and the Bunker's ammunitions and supplies room are also located in this underground area. I trust you find this installation satisfactory?"
Charix and Astrona, in the Field of Shadows, teleport to the coast line. A little ways forwards, a light suddenly turns on, illuminating the darkness. The light allows the two Makuta to see a large, fortified bunker of a building, positioned a little ways away from the seashore. A large dockyard can also be seen, separate from the bunker, and erected at the waters edge. What appear to be six Ironclads can be vaguely observed through the darkness floating in the artificial harbor that has been created.
Charix leads Astrona up to the Bunker and enters it via a concealed, unmarked door that sits flush with the wall. The Makuta enter a well lit, small room serving as a guard outpost and quarters for Visorak. An Oohnorahk snaps to attention as they enter. "Lord Makuta."
Charix responds. "Inform the garrison. Makuta Astrona will be taking charge of operations here."
"At once." The Oohnorahk scurries away.
Charix turns to Astrona. "Follow me."
Charix exits the room through a similarly concealed door positioned on the wall opposite to the one they came in through. Upon walking through this door, the Makuta find themselves in a large, circular room dominated by twenty, large ground to air cannons (Capable of firing on targets in space). Assorted supplies for the cannons can be seen clustered about the cannons themselves. The room is a little bit of a mess with pieces scattered all about the floor and various Visorak scurrying around. Charix leads Astrona over to a large hatch embedded in the floor towards the center of the room. The hatch, although currently open, would, when closed, lie flush with the ground. Like all other doors in the facility, it is unmarked. A row of stairs leads up to the hatch from below the ground,a nd Charix leads Astrona down these stairs. The Makuta enter a short hallway which takes them through yet another unmarked door and into the undergound monitoring room for the bunker.
Charix turns to Astrona. "Here. This is the monitoring room for this installation. Here you can keep track of all sensor readings that are gathered." Charix points to aslight depression in the ground where a small, circular device has been partially embedded in the floor. "This is the life force of the bunker. Enclosed in that compartment are three slots for Kraata or Krana. This structure is governed by them, and you can communicate with them using either telepathy or through these computer monitors. Any time you seek a certain power for the bunker, simply take a Kraata you desire and place it in the compartment...The cannons you saw are attached via cables to the Bunker's system and can therefore be fired by these Kraata. You can unlink the cannons as you wish and the cannons can be similarly enhanced with their own kraata. There is an underground science lab you can access from the hallway we just passed through, and the Bunker's ammunitions and supplies room are also located in this underground area. I trust you find this installation satisfactory?"
Astrona nods. "Yes, sir. This is most certainly satisfactory. I will begin production of new Rahi instantly." She pauses, as if hesitating. "Should I create not just sea Rahi, but junglers? I am well adept in all forms of Rahi."
Charix and Astrona, in the Field of Shadows, teleport to the coast line. A little ways forwards, a light suddenly turns on, illuminating the darkness. The light allows the two Makuta to see a large, fortified bunker of a building, positioned a little ways away from the seashore. A large dockyard can also be seen, separate from the bunker, and erected at the waters edge. What appear to be six Ironclads can be vaguely observed through the darkness floating in the artificial harbor that has been created.
Charix leads Astrona up to the Bunker and enters it via a concealed, unmarked door that sits flush with the wall. The Makuta enter a well lit, small room serving as a guard outpost and quarters for Visorak. An Oohnorahk snaps to attention as they enter. "Lord Makuta."
Charix responds. "Inform the garrison. Makuta Astrona will be taking charge of operations here."
"At once." The Oohnorahk scurries away.
Charix turns to Astrona. "Follow me."
Charix exits the room through a similarly concealed door positioned on the wall opposite to the one they came in through. Upon walking through this door, the Makuta find themselves in a large, circular room dominated by twenty, large ground to air cannons (Capable of firing on targets in space). Assorted supplies for the cannons can be seen clustered about the cannons themselves. The room is a little bit of a mess with pieces scattered all about the floor and various Visorak scurrying around. Charix leads Astrona over to a large hatch embedded in the floor towards the center of the room. The hatch, although currently open, would, when closed, lie flush with the ground. Like all other doors in the facility, it is unmarked. A row of stairs leads up to the hatch from below the ground,a nd Charix leads Astrona down these stairs. The Makuta enter a short hallway which takes them through yet another unmarked door and into the undergound monitoring room for the bunker.
Charix turns to Astrona. "Here. This is the monitoring room for this installation. Here you can keep track of all sensor readings that are gathered." Charix points to aslight depression in the ground where a small, circular device has been partially embedded in the floor. "This is the life force of the bunker. Enclosed in that compartment are three slots for Kraata or Krana. This structure is governed by them, and you can communicate with them using either telepathy or through these computer monitors. Any time you seek a certain power for the bunker, simply take a Kraata you desire and place it in the compartment...The cannons you saw are attached via cables to the Bunker's system and can therefore be fired by these Kraata. You can unlink the cannons as you wish and the cannons can be similarly enhanced with their own kraata. There is an underground science lab you can access from the hallway we just passed through, and the Bunker's ammunitions and supplies room are also located in this underground area. I trust you find this installation satisfactory?"
Astrona nods. "Yes, sir. This is most certainly satisfactory. I will begin production of new Rahi instantly." She pauses, as if hesitating. "Should I create not just sea Rahi, but junglers? I am well adept in all forms of Rahi."
"Feel free to produce anything you like, but remember, your primary job is to protect this Bunker, expand our naval fleets, and sure up our presence here. Do not neglect those duties."
OOC: Can I personal message you with the details of the base, and garrison? OOC: Also, while I am letting you have control over these nonplayer characters, I still reserve the right to use them when I want. There will be a named Suukurahk operation lead ("Tansis") at this bunker who I will use from time to time.
Astrona nods. "Yes, sir. This is most certainly satisfactory. I will begin production of new Rahi instantly." She pauses, as if hesitating. "Should I create not just sea Rahi, but junglers? I am well adept in all forms of Rahi."
"Feel free to produce anything you like, but remember, your primary job is to protect this Bunker, expand our naval fleets, and sure up our presence here. Do not neglect those duties."
OOC: Can I personal message you with the details of the base, and garrison? OOC: Also, while I am letting you have control over these nonplayer characters, I still reserve the right to use them when I want. There will be a named Suukurahk operation lead ("Tansis") at this bunker who I will use from time to time.
"Protect this base, expand naval fleets and keep a grip on this area. Got it."
OOC: Sure! OOC: To be honest, I probably won't use them, so go ahead!
Astrona goes to the science laboratories, and begins mixing several vials of things together. "Some Cytosine, a small amount of Thymine. Average does of A and G. An almost overdose of Hectorine." She grabbed a brown, thick liquid, which turned purple as she stirred it. "Place some Cryentoi Pads onto the Nucleic Acids." She murmurs. "Fyenmine." She murmurs, placing three large capsules of a shimmery, translucent, viscous, red liquid. She mixes the vials into separate basins.
She takes a petri dish out of her armor, removing the lid. She smirks at the gelatinous figure inside, a squirming little thing. It wasn't even truly alive. Yet. Fyenmine would bring it life, and the Cryentoi Pads would stabilize the Nucleic Acids, which naturally conflicted with the Hectorine. The Cytosine was necessary, as was the Thymine." She murmured, grinning. "The base genomes of a Hydruka, Lohrak, Niazesk and a Water Wraith. Subgenomes of the Gadunka and Swamp Stalkers." She murmured, typing rapidly with lithe fingers into the console.
She would create the perfect Rahi. But this would be a start. While the prototypes of the Leviathan failed, that was due to a lack of Hectorine and excess Thymine, not to mention the melding process of the Hydruka and Gadunka genomes failed to mesh.
Astrona goes to the science laboratories, and begins mixing several vials of things together. "Some Cytosine, a small amount of Thymine. Average does of A and G. An almost overdose of Hectorine." She grabbed a brown, thick liquid, which turned purple as she stirred it. "Place some Cryentoi Pads onto the Nucleic Acids." She murmurs. "Fyenmine." She murmurs, placing three large capsules of a shimmery, translucent, viscous, red liquid. She mixes the vials into separate basins.
She takes a petri dish out of her armor, removing the lid. She smirks at the gelatinous figure inside, a squirming little thing. It wasn't even truly alive. Yet. Fyenmine would bring it life, and the Cryentoi Pads would stabilize the Nucleic Acids, which naturally conflicted with the Hectorine. The Cytosine was necessary, as was the Thymine." She murmured, grinning. "The base genomes of a Hydruka, Lohrak, Niazesk and a Water Wraith. Subgenomes of the Gadunka and Swamp Stalkers." She murmured, typing rapidly with lithe fingers into the console.
She would create the perfect Rahi. But this would be a start. While the prototypes of the Leviathan failed, that was due to a lack of Hectorine and excess Thymine, not to mention the melding process of the Hydruka and Gadunka genomes failed to mesh.
The Leviathan would be born.
She would ensure it.
Astrona begins to stir the separate basins absentmindedly, before she finds a tube, which it can incubate in. She places the petri dish's contents inside, as well as the three basin's contents, getting ALL of it in. She taps a few more times on the console, uploading the respective materials and what-not stated above, as well as the base genomes and subgenomes.
She had to do this carefully. The incubation period was the most dangerous. Just too much heat could cause it to explode in her face, too little and it would shrivel up and die.
Of course, the explosion was metaphorical.
The shrivel up and die part? Not so much. Hopefully using the remains of the previous Leviathans wouldn't interrupt the process too badly.